Into the Mythica

Drops from Heaven

The Aina always teaches us, delivering the information necessary to facilitate our Path. It is part of my function to illuminate the real World of Magick and assist in the Awakening by describing the physics of the Quest, showcasing how our mortal forms may be viewed to facilitate understanding.

On the deepest, causal level of reality, everything can be seen as made of the same substance, the prima materia (prime material) from which all things are made. This is most easily likened to Water. Apropos, as most of our mortal forms and the planet Herself are made of Water.

As spiritual beings having a human experience, our human lives are like raindrops, dropping into the incarnation of Earth existence from the discarnate realms of Heaven. As we do, we create a ripple, which cascades out across the substance of reality. Just as every snowflake is unique, every raindrop (essentially a melted snowflake) is unique, casting it’s own ripple out into the field. On the most structural of levels, this forms our halo of manifestation, the manifest reflection of our current prism of Self in accordance with the physics of the Quest. All aspects of our life, the condtiions & circumstances, the mystery and discovery of our Life Purpose, can be seen in the falling rain. We literally live in the ripple of our own substance of Self, gradually coming to Realization as to the vibrations that make up that beautiful and unique jewel. Such is the nature of things, we are rain, falling from clouds to earth, destined to cycle back up into the atmosphere of our sacred Path of becoming.

And we are not alone in this. Just as many raindrops fall, each of our soul’s casts a ripple that affects the others.
Patterns emerge, impermanent yet poignant, in the substance, the sacred Water of reality itself. These rippling vibrations play out in our experience, occurring as the patterns and imprints that form our point of view and manifest reality. Such is the beautiful play of form, sweet and liquid, a majesty of occurrence held in an Ocean of shifting waves. It is in these ripples that we experience all the various waves of reality, the trials and triumphs, the shifts and changes, as we learn to embody the deep Gift that is our sacred offering to the Worlds. It is not always easy, nor is it always hard, for every raindrop, and every soul, is unique. Yet through it all, know that we are more than than these mortal forms, we are the rain itself, cast in temporary effigy, playing our part in a symphony of rippling vibrations. And though it may be difficult at times, we must always remember, that without rain, there would be no rainbows. Life is a beautiful, magickal experience. As we clean our Selves, as we clear the Water of our perspective, the World of the Mythica is revealed.